The Sedalia weekly bazoo. [volume] (Sedalia, Mo.) 187?-1904, 1887-05-03
WHAT ALLIED HIM.
SD Story of a Boy Sick With
Nostalgia"

farmer Connover strobe into the
hglSe, took off his fur cap and thick
n items. and unwound numerous kinks
ot red WOODEN comforter from his ample
t.roat. Then. he sat down by the
w;srm wood FIRE and said to his wife:
Seems like | had somethin' to tell
VI, Sairy Ann. but | can't for the life
q me remember il meow"
Was it somebody got married." in
cured Mrs. Connover, who was
bastling about setting the table for
s4pper.
mo, didn't seem as twas, Lemme
4 nk, and he pressed a meditative
fDrefinger on that portion of his fore
bad where he seemed to locate the
f. ulty of memory.
is anybody dead that we are az
qUsinted with?"
No, no, faint eyether marryin' or
Gym as Kin see. Gurus how do for
get things sometimes.
I'VE amt heard from Ben for quite
awhile. suggested Mrs. Connovcr.
That it!'' cried the farmer, jump
ing to his feet as sprightly as a log.
ttIain't from Ben. lca>twise it amt
his hamdwritin', but it's letter. I've
-; it right here i'm my pc ket."
DO tcil,'' said his wife, dropping
the dishes >he WAS holding in promis-
cUDu> heap. eff il amt from Ben,
who is il from
Its writ to YOU" said her husband,
producing it at last.
Mrs. Connover reached up TO the
e ,t,k shelf and took down her Bible
reading >pectacleS.
"It's strange hand to me-" she
said, scanning it carefully. 'must be
some of Cicely's folks"
So she stepped to the door leading
above stairs and called at the top of
her voice:
"C-i-c-e-l-y! C-i-c-e-l-yr'
Here 1 am. mother" answered a
sweet voice "What is it?''
Eor every infection of her good
mothers voice was familiar to her, and
this one bristled with exclamation
points.
Here is letter in strange hand
write. Do you know who it is FROM
handing it to her.
why. it is addressed to YOU, mother.
1t seems TO me the easiest way to find
out would be just to open and read it. "
Well, then, do" said her mother.
"I'm so fdgeted thinking about Ben
of there alone that can't open it
This isn't any thing about Ben. "
SAID Cicely. deity opening the envel-
ope after she had admired the smart,
college style supercription. 'It's from
some lawyer or fruit-tree agent, likely.
Oh business.
What would he write to your mother
foT?" suggested Father Connover gruf-
fly.
Cicely read it over to herself first,
and at once changed color.
LIT IS about Ben, mother" she said,
the tears rushing into her eyes and her
voice, ''he is sick. and this is from the
doctor who is taking care of him. Oh,
mother, don't cry. Ben needs you.
Keep up your strength"
What aifs him?" asked his father in
az unsteady tone.
Cicely read the doctors letter.
He said thas Ben was his patient, and
he was doing all he could for him. but
his parents had better come, as it re.
CURED more skill than he-the phys
ician-had to cure him. He ended by
saying that the boy was suffering from
severe attack of nostalgia.
What in the world is that? / never
heard of it BEFORE exclaimed Mr.
Connover.
What i. it, Cicely?" asked Mrs
Connover. Cicely was a. graduate Of
the Normal school, and her parent:
expected her to know every thing.
She shook her-head.
"It means that we must 60 to Ber
just as soon as we can. If there had
been any hope the doctor would have
said sos
She cried and worked at the sam,
time. Ben. her only brother, was hel
idol. She had opposed his going ava,
from first to last, but the father wa
wiser.
Eff the boy amt cOntented here, lie
him .go.to the city, and clerk it for {
year or two. He's king of two hand
anywhere" said the gruff old farmer